Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.